| This is a song for all you managers and agents out there
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| Are ya listening? |
| Good!
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| They take your money, break your soul
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| They say it’s only rock 'n' roll
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| They think they’re cool to wheel and deal
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| Without a thought to how we feel
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| They pick you up and drop you flat
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| Then tell you life can be like that
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| You blew it all the day you signed
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| Your stupid name on some dotted line
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| We hate the men who make the rules
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| The ones who always try so hard to make us look like fools!
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| They say we need them — it ain’t true
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| The music’s down to me and you
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| We play their games, play real nice
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| We gotta hear their dumb advice
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| We hate the men who make the rules
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| The ones who always try so hard to make us look like fools!
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| So many lies, they get confused
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| You start to feel you’re being used
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| If ten percent is all they take
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| What happens to all the bread you make?
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| Every day it gets a little harder
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| Just to keep on keeping on
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| Do we really need all this bullshit?
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| So long now all the thrill has gone
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| We hate the men who make the rules
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| The ones who always try so hard to make us look like fools!
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| It’s so hard to make us look like you! |